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Spose( Ryan Michael Peters )
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Ms Jackson
Look
I know I just met you
But I wanna kidnap you, so you don't meet the next dude, or go back to your ex dude
Cause the stuff that you exude, I wanna bottle that up in a test-tube
I gotta let you know that I'm broke
I've been in college for five years blowin' some smoke
and while you're swallowing that
I gotta admit, I got no whip, but I borrow my dads
I got like 80,000 in loans
Summers at my moms living at home
and I'm working in the kitchen (kitchen)
One step up from the dudes doing dishes (dishes) (doing dishes)
I know I sound like a loser, but I'm smart with the arts and guitar and computers
In high school I was 25th in my class
and if I wanted, I could've been higher than that
But I was in the parking lot gettin' high in the back
Beers cracked, words spat, trying to rap
I kinda understand why you're crying, in fact
I think I would cry too if I was you
But for me you're an upgrade
What's say, let's go through with it for f***'s sake
You can make the cupcakes on her first birthday
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I could work Thursday to Thursday
I mean remember back at your place
Then it's on the phone ya
Trying to bone ya
Now we're getting grown yeah
Get the cognac
Sorry, I'm just trying to lighten the mood
I can tighten my belt and get to lifin' with you
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
I know I'm not the tall, dark, ballpark, handsome you imagined
Mr. Magic Mike like dancing in the pageant
But maybe I could try to mystify 'em with my rapping
We're just some novices in our early 20's
The test is positive, I haven't known you many
Moons,
But on this fine night in June
We decided that we should let the seed just bloom
And maybe I can teach our kid 'bout MF Dune
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